The Old Violin - By Pearl

 “HELP” I screamed, as I fell in a hole and landed on a violin.

I picked up the old, dusty and broken violin, it was painted chocolate brown. I started panting, my heart was racing, my blood turned cold. Everything went purple then there were big thumps, the ground shock. It was coming closer and closer as a figure appeared out of the purple light it. It was an elephant. There was loud screaming and people singing happy songs, people surrounded me, they started dancing around me, repeating, “she is the chosen one.” I am the what, the chosen one?

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